Numbers Never Stop

I find inspiration in the
silliest
of things.
The smallest of
happenings.
Little to know
significance
whatsoever.

Looking and counting the yellow lines that pass below us and the amount of trees i don't see; fifty three. and there's another homeless man counting the amount of steps between here and anywhere; one thousand. counting all the songs that remind me of us and lazy days and funerals; thirty seven. counting the black cars on their way to see an airbrushed corpse; eighteen. all the ideas i don't have; i lost count of those. the amount of times i watched you kiss her; i don't even want to know. hammocks; one. journals mentioning your name; twelve. birds that seem to fly by during the refrain of the songs i listen to while driving to my least favorite place; must be more than fifty. years I've longed to hold your hand; eight. nights i lay awake, showers that lasted far too long; hundreds of hundreds. amount of times my heart beats everyday; i wouldn't know. prayers I've said; never enough. toes; ten. eyes; yours are brown. songs I've never payed for; over three thousand. inspirational messages that make me want to be happy without you; none.

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